Blood trickles down his face as I stare at my master piece. I did this, to him.

"Jenny we can stop with this game." He coughs out his blood.

"You think this is a game?" I stare at him dead in his soul.

"This is not a game Jeremy. Absolutely not a game.

It wasnt a game when you moved me from my only family to live in fucking Manhattan was it? It wasnt a game you first smacked me now was it?

When you cheated? When you tore my confidence down piece by piece? When you turned me to your punching bag?

When you made me feel less pretty. Less intelligent, less worth it.

When you gave me a little boy and then you neglect him. When you killed my babies! It was not a fucking game.

So why in the fucking universe would this be a game ?" I yell in his face.

He stares at me. He doesnt do a thing, he just stares.

"And you know what Jeremy? You're a bitch, you're a little pussy. That's what you are.

You beat me down because you're afraid of my capabilities. You're afraid that someday I would have been a thousand times better than you.

You pussied out because you knew that I have a future and you dont .

You're not a man Jeremy, you're not even a woman. You're a little girl that's angry at her dad's abuse that she hurts others.

You're not a man because your sex is wack as fuck. Its wack. You're a joke Jeremy. A sad, sad joke.

A joke not even worth laughing at and you want me to feel bad about myself?

Sweetheart, I've been torturing you for three days in a lingerie. I am the definition of a bad bitch and I'm here for it.

So suck in your balls and wait for tonight's punishment because this time I wont be soft on you." I spit.

I stand and leave. I take a hot shower  before heading out for some taco bell.

As I'm eating peacefully. A little Kendall Jenner wanna be stand infront of me.

"Can I help you?" I ask her after swallowing.

"So you're Nathan's bitch huh?" She asks.

I stare at  her, she is a mixture of all the Kardashian-Jenners. Her limps are big like Kylie's,  her hair is jet black like Kendall's,  her nose is small like Khloe's,  her ass is large and fake like Kim's , her face is freakishly well contured like Kourney's and she looks old and young just like Kris.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to choose an insult , they're too many it's actually overwhelming. "

Her mouth falls gape and she stares at me. Oh dont be surprised bitchy .

"I'm Helen." She says disturbing my meal.

Helen, she was Nathan's first girlfriend.

"Okay." Is all I say before fighting my taco with my teeth again.

"You're rude, arent you going to tell me your name? Anyway , your fatter than Nathan's taste. I know this because I'm his first love." She says.

"And you're faker." I throw back.

"Oh, I know hes into natural girls now. Like you and Elizabeth. It's only a matter of time before he comes back." He says.

"Okay good for you hoe. Me though? I'm trying to eat." I tell her.

"You money sucking bitch. I know exactly why youre with him so go ahead and pretend but you arent fooling me."

"Brandon? Oh how do we pronounce your name. Do you see him here with me? No. What does that tell you? Please mosquito you are really disturbing my peace." I bite again.

"You can keep on lying, but I can see that you're even pregnant for him so please go on, but you wont succeed." She says leaving.

"Dumb bitch."

I stand from the place I had previously occupied and I clean up the little Taco Bell mess that I've made.

It's time to get back to work. The drive back to my parents should be a time were I reconsider what I want to do tonight but that's not what I'm doing.

Jeremy has gone too far breaking me into the hollow shell that I am today. So I'll do the same to him.

I park on the driveway. I grab the M&Ms into my fist and scoop them up in my mouth before trying to chew and swallow them all in one go.

I probably look like a chipmunk. I open the door and grab a glass of water.

The basement holds a horrible stench of blood. And I havent even killed him yet.

It's weird how murder doesnt even faze anymore.

He pushed me this far. He made his bed, I hope he's ready to lie in it.

"I bought you water." I tell him while I help him drink it up.

"You still care, how pathetic." He taunts me.

I grab the now empty glass and I slap him with it across his cheek. The glass cracks against his skin which causes a loud scream to erupt from him.

"You're making a noise Jeremy. I dont want to kill you yet, but with all your bitchy screaming you're forcing me to." I whisper.

He stares at me.

"What happened to you?" He whimpers.

It's amazing how he switches from this evil man that I hate to the man I used to love.

"Stop! Stop! Stop it Jeremy stop! I will not be manipulated by you anymore! You dont get to play with my feelings like this anymore! I cant take it anymore!" I yell his face.

Pulling his hair roughly from its roots.

"Ahh! I'm sorry Gemima. Im sorry." He pleads.

"Is your stupid 'I'm sorry' going to take away my pain? Is it going to mend me? Is it going to take away all the scars I have on my body because of you? Is it?" I ask pulling him by his collar.

"No, no." Tears fall onto his cheeks.

"I spent the entire duration of our relationship trying very hard not to be like your parents. Not to hurt you,  but youve turned me into them. Probably even worse. I am going to end you." I tell him.

I pull the glock 19 that I had in the cupboard of my utility tools in.

"No! Please Gemima dont kill me!" He says.

"Beg me."

Fear and regret falls into his eyes. The whole of his body is covered in blood. Somehow this scene satisfies me. He put me through all of this. He put all these ideas into my head.

"Everything that I've done to you these past three days are exactly what you did to me. You beat me, you cracked glass against my skin. You pushed me down a flight of stairs and left me to die. You pissed on me. You asked me to beg you to keep our son alive. You did all of this to me. Now it's your turn to taste your concoction. " I smile.

I bring the gun up to him.

"Beg me. Make me want to save you." I ask.

"You have five seconds." I tell him. I secure my index on the trigger.

"Gem you dont have to do this." A new voice appears.

It's just your imagination Gemma,  you're insane now. He is not here.

"Gem baby, put the gun down." He says.

"I said BEG ME!" I yell at Jeremy.

"Gemima please! I'm sorry! Please!" He begs.

"Gem please stop, it's me.  Nathan." He says.

It couldnt be. It isnt.

I turn around. He looks so real, imagination went above and beyond for him. He looks even better. He smiles shyly at me.

"Its me baby." He says.

"Gemima please dont kill me." Jeremy begs me.

Kill him!

No dont do it.

Fucking do it! For Ethan! For all those years he spent hurting you!

Kill him.

I turn around with the gun in my hands. This time it's ready to shoot him straight to his grave.

I'm not letting my imagination disturb me.

"Gem dont do this. If you kill him you'll go to jail. You'll leave Ethan and I.  You'll leave me. You cant leave me Gem. I need you. I-I,  I love you." He says.

I turn back around.

"This ." He motions to everything I used to torture Jeremy.

"This is not you, this is your anger. My Gem is sweet. My Gem is kind. My Gem cares about the little things. My Gem would never hurt a fly. My Gem would never kill a man, even if he hurt her." He begs.

"Maybe there no longer is your Gem." I tell him bolting out of the room.

I have to get my son and leave this country. I have to go. I can't stay here. Where everything is so messed up? I cant stay.

I love you Nathan. More than you could ever understand.

That is the last thing I hear as I fall to the ground.